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Updated: June 19, 2025
Such a man as Clayte was a really wonderful man, you know " the dimples were deep in the pink of her cheeks as she flashed a laughing look at me with this clawful "a really wonderful man like Clayte," she repeated, "wouldn't have trusted to a route he hadn't known and proved for a long time." "That's theory," I smiled.
And Worth did take his time admiring her; I saw that; but all he found to say was, "Bobs, I suppose Jerry's told you that he's treed Clayte at Tiajuana?" "No," said Barbara, "he hasn't said a word. But I'm just as much surprised at Clayte's being caught as I was at Skeels escaping capture." "Say that over and say it slow," Vandeman was good natured.
Apartment houses dislike notoriety of this sort, and the St. Dunstan set up to be as rabidly respectable, as chemically pure as any in the city. Well, no use their blaming me; Clayte was their misfortune; they couldn't expect me to keep the matter out of print entirely. The three of us crowded into the automatic elevator, and I pressed the seventh floor button.
"Boyne's trying to get you to talk." The old chap stared at me doubtfully, then broke loose with a snort, "See here, Boyne, you can't get away from it; your man Gilbert has embarked on a criminal career: mixed up in the robbery of our bank, with Clayte to rob us; had our own attorney go through the form of raising money to buy us off from the pursuit of Clayte " "How about me?"
Our pretty girl had been all over the shop now, glanced into bathroom, closet and cupboard, noted abandoned hats, clothing and shoes, the electric plate where Clayte got his breakfast coffee and toast, asked without much interest where he ate his other meals, and nodded agreeingly when she found that he'd been only an occasional customer at the neighboring restaurants, never regular, apparently eating here and there down-town.
I began to feel impatient. If there was any place in the city where my description of Clayte would differentiate him, make him noticeable by comparison, it was here. Neat, quiet dressers were not dotting this lobby. "Might be Tim Foley?" he appealed to the Kite, who nodded gravely and chewed his short mustache. "Would he have a big scar on his left cheek?" "He would not," I said shortly.
"You mentioned in there it's being illegal for the bank to give up the pursuit of Clayte. Seems funny to me, but I suppose you know what you're talking about. Anyhow" he was lighting another cigarette and he glanced sharply at Cummings across it "anyhow, they won't waste their money hunting Clayte now, should you say? That's my job. That's where I get my cash back." "Oh, that's where, is it?"
Even if the latches had not been locked, there wouldn't be an answer in these windows unless Clayte could fly." "Might have climbed from one window ledge to the next and so made his way to the fire-escape," Worth said, but I shook my head. "He'd be seen from the windows by the tenants on six floors and nobody saw him. Might as well take the elevator or the stairs which he didn't."
Still, the lifelong training of the detective kept me estimating the possibilities of a getaway from the roof if Clayte could have reached it. Worth crossed to where the St. Dunstan fire escape came up from the ground to end below us at a top floor window. I joined him, explaining as we looked down, "Couldn't have made it that way; not by daylight. In open view all around."
"Have your man Foster find three women who have seen Edward Clayte; get from them the color of his hair and eyes; tell him to have them be exact about it." "Fine! But you know they'll not agree, any more than the other people agreed." "Oh, yes they will," she laughed at me a little. "Don't you notice that a girl always says a blue-eyed man or a brown-eyed man?
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